An intersection of poetry and photography
The first begged you to come back, the second begged you to block me.
Each word a tiny fissure in this brittle glass.
-BluesyWordscapes
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The first begged you to come back, the second begged you to block me.
Each word a tiny fissure in this brittle glass.
-BluesyWordscapes
#poetry #spilledpoetry
But in poetry we say: "Wrap your sunrise around my winter until cold forgets how to name itself"
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But in poetry we say: "Wrap your sunrise around my winter until cold forgets how to name itself"
#poetry